Who I Am As A True Mind And Shape?

Because... Why the f* not?

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Walking towards the Bucharest center when a raven decided I was a good spot to land. Right on top of my head!

As Eldur walked towards what he once called home, he realised the fate of his betraying wife would be in his hands. The empty void in his chest feeding on his emotions, what reamins truly his would be his judgement. One last task that holds him to this world...

He arrives at the door and budges in. Standing calm in the door he stares at his wife beside his best friend for a few seconds before the hysteria crawled in their minds... The monster, has finally caught them. With a quick slash, he decapitated the miserable betrayer and grabbed her.

-Not long ago, you confessed your deepest burning love for me. Would you find it one last time in your heart forgive me and let me attone for my sins?

-Heart? I once had one. I gave it to you and you chose to stab it, feed from it's blood and end it. You deprived me of trust, emotion, life, will and meaning aside from the judgement you shall now recieve. Judgement made with a clear mind.

His words spoken his desire. And as such, he rips her heart out of her chest, and proceeds eating it with a craving hunger. Her body fell lifeless on the ground pale as snow, bleeding abundently fron the crater in her chest that once held her tracherous heart. Once done, Eldur fell to the ground and his body disappeared into the void that once spawned him, with a smile, being finally free of his eternal nightmare...

Raised In the street as a mere dog

Hit for every piece of bread

Sleeping on a wooden log

Spit on everything I bled

Every day, night, heat or cold

Raised as dog treated like mold

Anger which hardened me when you all laugh

You've done your part. Now, feel my wrath!

I spare no woman or child as told

I bring ever burning doom unfold

It is the evil you so blindly serve

And cold justice which you so much deserve

Now scream in flames of your ignorance

Boil, for you are to blame

For the tears of your dying innocence

On the blade of your legacy, your fame

The modern man has been perverted and stupidity promoted for far too long... He no longer finds joy in anything but what its money worth. It needs a new reintegration of its real values such as intellectual creation, family, ideology and exploration. A new Renaissance. A time for humanity to reflect upon itself as a whole and do something towards its evolution and not its blind dormancy...

Raised In the street as a mere dog

Hit for every piece of bread

Sleeping on a wooden log

Spit on everything I bled

Every day, night, heat or cold

Raised as dog treated like mold

Anger which hardened me when you all laugh

You've done your part. Now, feel my wrath!

I spare no woman or child as told

I bring ever burning doom unfold

It is the evil you so blindly serve

And cold justice which you so much deserve

Now scream in flames of your ignorance

Boil, for you are to blame

For the tears of your dying innocence

On the blade of your legacy, your fame

For You

In the madness of the war I would raise my shield

To protect you from doom and death in field

I will say a pray for every second past

May your life be first and your wars the last

I will raise my sword to fight by your side

Your name is in my heart carved with gold and pride

May you say my name in your darkest times aloud

And I shall make my way through fire unbound

I raise my ale and say your name for all to hear

You, defender of the people showing no fear

You who has shown the fire worthy of a bard

And made it's way so swift towards my very heart.

Shre nazg golugranu Kilminudu

Obmi kuzdurbaghu gundum-ishi

Nugu gurunkilu bard gurutu

Ash burz-durbaghu burzum-ishi

Agh burz-ishi makha gulshu darulu!

Ash nazg Durbatuluuk

Ash Nazg Gimbatul

Ash Nazg Thrakatuluuk

Agh Burzum-ishi Krimpatul

Daghburz-ishi makha gulshu darulu

Sweet Darkness and Woe

What my existance in your world of darkness means

A world which in suffering burns and stings

A world doomed to fail from birth

In which trust and love have no worth

Oh you whom which to me life you gave

Oh you whom which to me life you take

Those who once my love you sought

To end it in sorrow, blood and naught

You who breathed deep from my pain and rage

Brought me to my knees and put me in a cage

Left me feeding on rats and hopin I will rot

But in darkness I died and in darkness rebrought

Great greave I have suffered and great journey to go

For I held everything you throw

I shaked hands with demons and death below

And now you shall fear blade of my woe

Great darkness and woe, great darkness and woe!

Hear me pray and accept the life of my foe!

Today I give you blood and vengeance to sufice!

Enthrall its fless and soul, bequench my sacrifice!

It is our very lives that protect our souls from the dangers of Chaos. The very fabric of flesh, in its own complexity, routine and ignorance that traps our souls within its grotesque walls and protect it. It is the soul that wonders endlessly for answers, ever thirsting for that power of creation that draws them into the abyss like moths to the flame, only to end beyond the same walls that chained it in the first place, overwhelmed by silance, oblivion and darkness. The very definition of Chaos. Flesh is not without purpose and neigher the soul.

The soul gives flesh a model to build itself by, to sustain itself using an order. Flesh is a massive walking, working tumor serving a purpose. It's born from flesh, it grows and dies, taking all the experience and memories with it, releasing the soul into the nothingness once more.

Have you ever wondered what would you tell about yourself if you could resurrect an older carcass? An old "you"? If only you would be able, one day, to rip a small piece of dirt from a graveyard and shape a long dead former self and have a conversation about yourself.

Life serves soul with experience, Death offers it a new perspective. In the end, it returns to universe. Chaos demands knowledge. Life grows it and Death delivers it. All to sustain the creation, develop it.